Throw open your window and let the scenery of clouds and sky enter your room.

In the spring rain, The pond and the river Have become one.

The spring sea rising and falling, rising and falling all day.

The end of spring- the poet is brooding about editors.

Young leaves The sound of a waterfall Heard from far and near.

In the water bucket a melon and an eggplant nodding to each other

Grasses are misty, The waters silent- A tranquil evening.